The news about the explosive destruction of Caligula's Slave Capture Team by Yila, which ruined a great deal that was supposed to be highly profitable, had reached the empire through a distant witness's report.
Isabella, naturally, had no particular feelings about it; she wasn't angry about not being able to make a profit from the deal. In fact, she was somewhat melancholic now.
Although she had been prepared to officially break away from Yila, this action, which would definitely anger Yila, had her extremely flustered... She was mainly afraid of Yila's anger, not the consequences of that anger.
*Even though she had long known this would be the outcome.*
But on Caligula's side, it was a headache...
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"Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! I'm going to kill you! Yila! Die die die die! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila! Yila..."
A handsome young man with beautiful golden hair was frantically punching a doll pinned to the wall. His refined and chiseled face was contorted with rage.
